Welcome

This is my personal blog, on which I talk about a variety of topics purely as they catch my fancy. Some topics are serious, others whimsical. I love comments and questions so don't be shy, just courteous, even if you don't agree with me. I have another blog, The Story Template, on which I post writing-related topics on Tuesdays and Fridays.

Let's see, a bit about me... I'm married with two children, and spend much time taking care of our family. In my life BC (before children) I was a scientist who did bench research. I am a Christian who came to faith under protest through studying the historic circumstances surrounding the death of Jesus. I've written one novel, A Lever Long Enough, that I'm honored to say has won two awards. I also have written a nonfiction book, The Story Template: Conquer Writer's Block Using the Universal Structure of Story. This book is a programmed learner-type book that helps you, the writer, develop a complete compelling story (novel or screenplay) from a vague idea.

YOU CAN CONTACT ME at amydeardon at yahoo dot com.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Epitaphs



Perhaps a bit morbid, but I had to smile to read some of these epitaphs. Hope they're worth a smile for you too!

==========================================================

Harry Edsel Smith of Albany , New York :

Born 1903--Died 1942.
Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down. It was.

==========================================================

In a Thurmont, Maryland , cemetery:

Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no place to go.

==========================================================

On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia:

Here lies Ezekial Aikle , Age 102. Only The Good Die Young.

==========================================================

In a London , England cemetery:

Here lies Ann Mann , Who lived an old maid but died an old Mann
Dec. 8, 1767
==========================================================
In a Ribbesford, England , cemetery:

Anna Wallace
The children of Israel wanted bread, And the Lord sent them manna.
Clark Wallace wanted a wife, And the Devil sent him Anna

==========================================================

In a Ruidoso, New Mexico , cemetery:

Here lies Johnny Yeast ... Pardon me for not rising.

==========================================================

In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania , cemetery:

Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake .
Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.

==========================================================

In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery:

Here lays The Kid.
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger
But slow on the draw.

==========================================================

A lawyer's epitaph in England :

Sir John Strange.
Here lies an honest lawyer, and that is Strange.

==========================================================

John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery:

Reader, if cash thou art in want of any,
Dig 6 feet deep and thou wilt find a Penny

==========================================================

In a cemetery in Hartscombe , England :

On the 22nd of June, Jonathan Fiddle went out of tune

==========================================================

Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls , Vermont :

Here lies the body of our Anna ,
Done to death by a banana.
It wasn't the fruit that laid her low,
But the skin of the thing that made her go.

==========================================================

On a grave from the 1880s in Nantucket , Massachusetts :

Under the sod and under the trees,
Lies the body of Jonathan Pease.
He is not here, there's only the pod.
Pease shelled out and went to God.

==========================================================

In a cemetery in England :

Remember man, as you walk by,
As you are now, so once was I
As I am now, so shall you be.
Remember this and follow me.

*

To which someone replied by writing on the tombstone:

To follow you I'll not consent.
Until I know which way you went.

2 comments:

  1. You've got to wonder how toxic a couple of those people were if they got the nastier ones written on their gravestones. 0.0 Especially the one about the devil sending Anna as this guy's wife.

    My favorite grave marker rhyme says this:
    We laid him here to rest his head
    Because as far as we can tell, he's dead.

    ReplyDelete
  2. These are priceless. Thanks for posting--will share.

    ReplyDelete